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up, get dressed, Judge Arlen cried, get on your feet and stand
For when you're dead it won't be said that I killed a naked man

No, I can't get up, I

to sleep
There is no more pain
As I follow the rain
Keep your head up sons
And my only daughter
Keep your head up grand kids
And my sisters and brother
It

the wall
Pray for your situation and through it all
I see it ain't love no more
Cause when I reach out you don't reach back
When I post a pic you don't like

Waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin',
Waitin' on the other side.
Ain't no matter what I've done,
God forgave me through his Son;
Jesus by his blood has sworn,

Felt good to air it out, might I say
I'm conveying this pain, I'm brazen I'm agitated
I say it in vain, cause you was never listening
More than half

autumn
Made of that, get the sheet
Look up to the sky and lay on my back
Imagine that
Free'n my sons
Shy like a nun
Pay attention to how you navigate
Third

a chance Martin Bryant is actually Innocent
I really had to make this song and once I started researching I only found more questions
He was the eldest son

is
I hear you talkin' about something that you don't know
If you weren't then you wouldn't be talking no more

Yo when's the last time we fought a war

aint no real artist, its time to meet your maker
'Cause these rappers is my sons like Nicki's favourite line
And I think its best they run, it's clear

eyes - when - I’m no more
I’m not - changing my mind now - no lack of courage here
I must - honor those men - who fell before I came here
I am -

that you know
All you rappers, all you rappers
Hold on I got some more
If I can't do it, then it can't be done
I'm departed y'all all my sons
I'm 21 with

at this place I awake every day
We are sons of the sun and the fun has just begun
On my knees like a nun, pray to see where we are from
But not the city

the rap game's dictator
Took over by force, I'm Zim son, the invader
Fresh to death rockin' khakis and a windbreaker
Call me Michael Scott, the way I get

to a gun
Conscripted by politicians who sacrifice our sons
Hydrochloric acid bombs melt flesh to the bone
Mechanized murder machines to the wolves they're

Well, well, well, well
She wanted me to bone her cause she simp son, call me Homer
I'm spitting heat and heat-seeking like a ghost riding on chrome

Come Get this knowledge
What you see son
Changing climates
I'm being honest
Learning is the grind make my mind rich
So everything I speak comes

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am
But it's fine, cuz I try to give no damns
About who I once was, cuz that feeling is irrelevant
Except

I was Talking to my son today
Telling him about the world
Started telling him the world is all messed up
Everybody trying to get their share
No one

searching for
He was just a babe, a carpenter’s son
No crown, now jewels, no not one
And yet those three kings fell on their knees and sang
Jesus, God is with

from my seed but her day gone come
God never like ugly plus don’t play with his son
My daughter love me infinity a continuous entity that never ends
No

It's late at night and I'm driving through my home town 
Almost ran a light and the voices in my head are getting way to loud 
They said
"Son. Stop

Mugabe
No more white man slave mind state, I broke on that far gone
Pictures of Friton, Salone in my dome
Great escape be the move
For this life gotta

we ball out
I started out with small but now I'm doing more now
Gas tank on E
Trap line go beep
No rest no sleep
Running from the police
If I ever went

i felt discourage she said boy you'll do amazing
Just gatta keep on praying To the father of the son 
Keep your head up you were made for number one